~Hack jobs~

I'm so irked.
A few months ago, I took Becca to the beauty salon...she wanted her hair short, and a lady in Warren had opened a shop; I've known her family since childhood in Monticello and decided to patronize her...
She was busy and assured me the other girl would do a good job...she BUTCHERED Becca's hair...I don't know what she did wrong, but I heard '90 angles' and 'what did you do that for' as she and the lady I knew argued over the hackjob.

I wasn't angry...I can't cut hair and am slow to judge people who have talents I don't possess. The lady took Becca, put her in HER chair, and after 45 minutes and three more inches, finally fixed Becca's hair. It was extremely short, but adorable.

Before the girl had started Becca's hair, I had told her I needed a cut, too. So while the other lady was trying to salvage my daughter's 'do, the other one asked if I was ready for mine. I felt embarasssed for her because I had just watched her screw up Becca's hair, and assumed it's because I had asked for a difficult cut. I gave her the benefit of the doubt and told her that yes, she could still trim my hair. I couldn't tell she did ANYTHING to it. It was the WORST trim I've ever been given.

This morning, Chris went to town to get his hair cut because he's flying out to meet CORPORATES in Georgia this week....he has a full week of working in the home store, meetings and powwows with executives (His service department was third in their chain, btw, so I'm very proud of him). He came home wearing his racing cap, but it looked two sizes too big on him. He said, "You're not going to believe this" and took off his hat.

Apparently, his regular girl wasn't open, so he went to the other lady's place instead...she was busy and sat him in a chair...the girl that butchered Becca's and sucked with mine appeared. He didn't know any better, so he let her cut it...I'm telling ya'll, I could have shaved his head, poured lighter fluid on it, set it afire, stomped it out with soccer cleats then drawn hair on with a magic marker and it would have been less of a hack job then what this girl did.

He said in his panicky voice: 'She just kept cutting and cutting', all the while feeling around on his head saying 'What's this, what's this?' at funky spots all over his scalp. It's horrible, and whilst I try really hard not to be a brat and go off on people, I called the beauty shop...I told the owner I appreciated HER skills but the idiot that butchered my hubby's hair was going to run her out of business quickly if she didn't do something soon. I said a few other things, but I try to keep this blog censored so I'll leave that out...I'm so tempted to post a huge picture of the hairdresser on here and say 'Beware of this stupid girl', but I won't do that. Just make sure if you're in Warren, Arkansas, you know the hairdresser really well before she takes scissors to your head

Thankfully, Chris hair grows faster than drama so it'll be filled out a little by morning, and a lot more by Monday. I just hope they don't mistake him for a refugee and send him off to some 3rd world country when he tries to get on the plane. I'm tempted to make him a teeshirt that says 'My hair is usually sexier than this.'